Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.